John Monteblanco Poet Narrative

Silver Strands

There she was, the girl of my dreams.
She had purple hair with silver strands.
Those strands stood out more than her hair.
They swayed with such elegance and grace.
How I longed to touch her hand, better yet, smell her gorgeous long silver strands.

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Poet Destroyer A December 7, 2011 at 12:12 AM John if this is for the contest good luck~ENJOYED.. thank you for sharing your wonderful poem;-) Have yourself a very lovely day, always,..p.d.

Kirby Magee-Dittberner December 6, 2011 at 7:52 PM And? I certainly hope you didn't just stand there and let her pass you by. Anyway friend, I know how that is; it's always tough. Don't forget that love can hurt sometimes, but ultimately it is one of the greatest things we can experience. Don't lose hope =).   -KMD